Posted by Lieutenant Oliver Ezeami (Chief of Security) in Side Sim: Security Drills

Posted by Ensign Roger Sanks (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Security Drills

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Shinichi Yoshida (Executive Officer/Number One) in Side Sim: Security Drills
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Ollie took a moment to look over the obstacle courses he had set up in the training room on Deck 14. He checked some specifications on a PADD and gave a self satisfied smile. There was a section to test speed and dexterity and another for balance and strength, reminiscent of a boot camp course back on old Earth. The lower training room on Deck 15 had also been set up as a target range. Though he would have like to, he did not set up a sparring ring today. He figured he would need to clear it with Dr. Spenn before they all started beating up on each other. It had been some time since the security officers on board had been run through any drills and there were several newer arrivals that he needed to make sure were up to par, though he had little doubt in his mind that they were.

He tapped his comm badge =/\= Ezeami to all security officers, please assemble in Training Room 1 tomorrow morning at 0700 =/\=

Remember something he tapped his badge again =/\= Ezeami to Yoshida: Sir, you wanted to be made aware when I was holding drills. We will be doing those tomorrow morning, 0700, in Training Room 1 if you wanted to stop by. =/\=

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The next morning, Ollie stood in Training Room 1 as security officers began to file in and line up. He smirked as he felt the range of emotions coming from his staff: excitement, trepidation, annoyance and.... He glanced over at one officer and raised his eyebrow causing the man to blush when he remembered Ollie could pick up emotions. Ollie chuckled and went back to waiting for the rest of his staff to arrive.

Lieutenant Oliver Ezeami - COS

Wyatt stretched out the stiffness in his shoulders, rolling his neck once as he prepared himself for whatever training waited ahead. Idle time was the worst part of any assignment in his opinion. Sitting around gave his mind too much room to wander, and he’d always preferred motion over thinking.

The academy had pushed him hard, and he’d held his own — especially in the physical portions. Running drills, endurance courses, sparring sessions… that was where he felt most in his element. He’d done well. Not the best, never at the very top of the board — and that had always been fine with him. First place came with attention, expectations, eyes watching your every move. Wyatt preferred being the one people underestimated. It gave him room to breathe. Room to surprise them.

Years of Aikido had taught him how to move with force instead of against it, how to stay balanced even when things got chaotic. Taekwondo sharpened his speed and precision, kicks snapping out before most opponents even reacted. And Kendo — that had been different. The discipline, the control, the respect behind every strike. It had shaped his patience as much as his reflexes.

He flexed his fingers once, then shook out his arms, eyes scanning the training grounds. Whatever COS had planned today, he was ready for it. Ready to push, to sweat, to feel that familiar burn in his muscles that told him he was improving.

Anything was better than standing still.

Because when Wyatt stood still too long, doubt had a way of creeping in — and he refused to give it the chance.

Ensign Wyatt Jacen Blackford

Security Junior Officer

U.S.S. Ark Angel

Shinichi arrived intentionally late. He wanted to make sure he was there after all the security officers, but before the drill actually began. He greeted Lt. Ezeami and then turned to look at the Security team. While he lacked Ezeami’s empathic abilities, Yoshida had been around fighting men long enough to get the feel of them. He was looking forward to seeing their performance in the drills, as well as being able to judge Ezeami himself on their effectiveness.

Lt. Commander Yoshida
Executive Officer

Once everyone was assembled Ollie addressed the group.

“I appreciate you all coming to spend your morning with me. We are going to have some fun here,” he gestured to the obstacle course behind the assembled group. “You’ll notice two identical courses here which you are all going to move through one at a time, a mix of agility, strength and balance. First up we have running through some tires, then moving on to a balance beam with a twist: it rotates. Third you will move onto a bar ladder: grab the bar and hop it up 4 rungs, climb over the top and hop it back down the other side. After that you’ll get to the cargo net which you will get underneath and crawl up to the top hanging from the underside. Next you will run through the gauntlet dodging those swinging pendulums and finally you will get to climb up that wall in the back.”

He waiting for the rest of the officers to turn back towards him, nodding to the XO as he came in. “To add a little bit more fun to the game you will complete the course while wearing a 20 kilo pack. After you finish in this room, you are going to make your way down to the lower training room, via the Jeffrey’s tube, and complete the marksman exercise down there. Now, not only will you have an individual time on the course I’m going to divide you up into two squads which will be competing against each other. Encourage each other, make sure we all get through. The winning squad gets one extra shift off this week and the other squad gets to pick that shift up.”

He paused to let the officers take in the news before continuing. “Squad leaders: NE Johnson you’ve got Alpha Squad and Ensign Blackford you’ve got Bravo Squad. Take these padds, get the running order down and get weight packs onto your officers. First runners be on your marks in 5 minutes. Go!”

Lieutenant Ezeami - COS

Shinichi nodded along, approving the set up Ezeami had put together. He liked several aspects of it and thought it was well conducted. Ezeami’s manner with the teams was also to be commended. He had an ease of presence that made him endearing. Shinichi thought he would make a great commander.

Lt. Commander Yoshida
Executive Officer

Ensign Sanks was among the personnel. Not many noticed he was even there or when he got there, even though he was one of the first to arrive. He said hi to a few people before Lt. Ezeami started the exercise. He listened as he got assigned to a team and moved to get his weight pack from NE Johnson.

Ens. Sanks, Security Officer

As NE Johnson turned to hand the weight pack to Sanks it slipped out of his grip and dropped straight down on his foot, hitting in the perfect position so that several people heard an audible pop. Johnson let out a yelp and fell to the ground grasping his foot.

Ollie rushed over and did a quick triage on the officer. “Well, Ensign, I’m guessing that foot is broken. Looks like you get to relax in Sickbay today.”

He gestured to two other NEs to escort NE Johnson to sickbay and then turned back to Sanks. “And you, Ensign, just got promoted to Alpha Squad leader. Let’s get the rest of your squad their packs.”

OOC: Rusty and Qrow, I thought this would be a good chance to write some fun physical action scenes for your characters to see how they get through the course and then show off some leadership skills as they get their squads through since I’m the only security officer down on the away team.

Lieutenant Ezeami - COS

Wyatt listened and nodded as he took the pad and weights, the plastic edges digging slightly into his palms as he turned back toward his team. The training field buzzed with noise—boots steps, the metallic clank of equipment being shifted around. The obstacle course stretched ahead, tires to run through balance beam bar ladder each testing their streghth and abilities
He forced himself to focus.
All right,” he said, raising his voice just enough to cut through the chatter. His team gathered closer, sweat already shining on a few faces even before the run began. Everyone looked tense; nobody wanted to be the weak link.

Wyatt glanced down at the roster and assignments, then back at his teammates, mentally matching faces to strengths. He’d watched them train long enough to know who struggled where. Martinez was fast but terrible with heavy carries. Collins had endurance for days but moved slow over walls. Chen practically flew over obstacles but burned out if overloaded.

He started pairing weights with runners, trying to balance speed and stamina.

“Collins, you’re first ,” Wyatt said, handing over the strap. “You’ll keep steady pace, not sprint. Save energy.”

Collins nodded, adjusting the pack without complaint.

“Chen, you’re second.”

He moved through assignments quickly, handing off weight bags and confirming order, his nerves showing in the way he double-checked everything. Leadership still felt strange. A year ago he’d barely trusted himself to lead a group project, and now he was directing a training squad in front of instructors who judged every decision.

He was about to hand off the final pack when—

POP.

The sound cracked across the field, sharp and wrong, followed immediately by a shout of pain.

Then someone yelled.

Wyatt’s head snapped up.

Across the staging area, Johnson from the other team was on the ground, clutching his foot, face twisted in agony. One of the heavy packs had slipped—Wyatt must have missed the exact moment—but it now lay half off Johnson’s boot, clearly having crushed something it shouldn’t have.

Lieutenant Ezeami was already moving, voice cutting through the noise as he pushed through recruits.
“Well, Ensign, I’m guessing that foot is broken. Looks like you get to relax in Sickbay today.”

Wyatt felt an uncomfortable twist in his gut.

Strategically, it helped his team. One less competitor. Better odds.

But watching Johnson grit his teeth while medics hurried over wiped away any sense of advantage. Nobody signed up hoping someone else got hurt.

Wyatt exhaled slowly, forcing his attention back to his own people. They were watching the scene too, tension creeping in, focus slipping.

He clapped his hands once. “Eyes back here.”

A few heads turned reluctantly.

“Look, that sucks,” Wyatt said quietly but firmly. “But we still run. Stay sharp.”

He crouched slightly so everyone could hear him without shouting.

“We keep the order. Don’t change pace because you’re distracted.
e handed out the remaining weights carefully, making sure straps were secure this time, tugging them tight himself when someone rushed it.

“No hero moves,” he added. “If you gas out early, the whole team pays for it. Run smart.”

His team nodded, the nervous energy settling into something more focused.

Behind them, medics lifted Johnson onto a stretcher, his face pale but trying to joke with the lieutenant, probably to hide how much it hurt. Wyatt felt a stab of sympathy; humor was his own go-to shield when things got uncomfortable.

For a second, he imagined it being him on that stretcher. One bad step, one slip, and months of work gone.

He shook the thought away.

“Helmets on,” he ordered.

Buckles clicked. Packs shifted into place. Boots stamped, testing footing.

Wyatt took his own position, heart thudding harder now—not just from nerves, but from the reminder of how quickly things could go wrong.

The whistle was coming any second.

He glanced once more down the course, then back at his team.

“Run clean,” he said.

And waited for the signal.